The other neet (a story of the unfulfilment of unspoken words, that may not be interestin)

The other night, bidden by a flyer that had recently plonked onto my doormat, i nipped down the road to attend a Residents' Meeting. The flyer had hinted at problems relating to the play area that's at the end of my street, so I took the unusual step of showing my ugly mug.

Anyway: an unfortunate length of time into a staggeringly boring meeting during which I wondered when we were going to get to the f**king point, I discovered that THAT meeting had been cancelled and I was instead sharing in a Meet Your Community Pigs meeting, listening to councillors and coppers jaw-flapping about really trivial things. Showing a friendly face to the public, on overtime probably, but as part of contractual obligations i'd guess. Worthwhile, really, but very dull (like this post).

ANYWAY.

I'd been wondering who the 'other' member of the panel might be, and why I found myself wanting to punch this complete stranger in the face, and eventually he introduced himself. He's the local Arrive Alive guy: he's funded (in his own words) by the speed cameras. Ah - that'll explain the aura he carried.

I forced myself to saty shut up, and to listen to what he had to say. He justified his existence and yapped a bit, and in answer to a question from the audience he told a barefaced lie about the positioning of one particular camera.

As I composed my retort, I looked around the room and realised that nobody wanted to hear it: aside from me, everyone else in the room was there because they wanted to go out somewhere, to speak to people who wouldn't ignore them, and most of all i realised that they were likely all to be on his side.

My mouth shut with a whump. Deflated, I was. Bugger. I left the hall feeling troubled.

Posted By: Sugbad The Bad, Sep 25, 19:15:43